There was a little boy sitting on a fresh green lawn on a sunny day all by himself.
He had a chocolate chip brownie in his hands and broke a piece to eat.
As he did, a cloned figure appeared to give him a hug then disappeared. And the little boy smiled.
He broke another piece of brownie to eat then two more clones appeared to give him two hugs and left him. This time the little boy smiled showing teeth.
And as he ate more pieces of the brownie more clones appeared giving him more hugs making his smile brighter. And after the clones were gone the little boy had nothing in his hands but stains of chocolate on his fingers.
He licked them off still smiling happily still feeling hugged though no one else could give him a real one
Brownies, Bogart's, or Borrowers within my halls, pitter patter of small shoes in my dusty walls, I hear the ranting and mumbling of his voice echoing in my rooms, The scraping of his small tools fill me with gloom, the knocking, pounding, and banging at night make my nightmares come to life, so if i was you, I would plaster and grout every small hole you find about, for it is not a good thing to have a small being running about your things, so save your frustrations about the tiny thing and call a exterminator and do the right thing.
Copyright Michael Robert triska March 2018 this poem was for a Saint Patty's Day DND game.
Summer days Inconsistent in England An old train from Piccadilly To New Mills Sweating up a steep hill To a blistering barbecue Bearing brownies To share with older brothers Spaced and complaisant Sedated in the sunshine Overlooking the opposing hills With an ex copper in our coterie So pleasantly surprised By the sun and situation But it's not summer anymore
CDC was basically closed. Their OLCC application is stuck in processing somewhere between here and wherever. I went to the other one, instead. The taco place out front still isn't open. I have to imagine that a taco shop is going to do pretty well next to a dispensary. It was T2 something. Counter guy too cute, fast talker. It's a good smoke, but I ate a tray of brownies. I wish I could throw up, but if I'm gonna have love handles, I'd rather they be diabetes sweet, rather than the alternative.
I can't see you. I can't protect you. Burning in your curiosity. Huffing another smoke, unrelenting. You don't understand the dream sugar.
What you want, is something important. Something covered in whipped cream and bbq sauce. Exactly, me. Or not.
You see, I'm just a voice in my head. Burning brownies baked with bread. You don't like brownies and bread? Well go to hell. They're my brownies. Mine, something you can't claim because you have nothing. No one, No idea and no value to anything.
You value your brain and **** it for not being enough. Poison your body for not being able to take the strain of life. Burn your cigarette to take away the pain of being alone. Striking your soul, praying you never have to atone.
Cologne rhymes with alone you know. Funny coincidence right? Brain power. Stained flower. Hope and happiness. Dope and sadness. Perception. Deception. Search for Purpose. Not whats on the Surface.
Oh my elusive friend, trying to take the pain away. The point of life is not to avoid but to minimize. Like the Japanese! A child looks for purpose. An adult works towards it.